What a day!

Overheard in my office today: If it's not good, then it's probably bad.

Profound? Obvious? Whatever it was, it summed up my day so far.

I slept in, because I had hit my snooze button three times, when I thought I'd only hit it twice. I left home late, but arrived at work around the time I normally get there. My work day started reasonably well.

I was a happy camper till lunchtime. Shortly afterwards, I started getting chest pains.

The problem with having a heart problem that makes itself known irregularly and without warning, is that it can be a bit of a problem. (I know, multiple use of the same word in one sentence, but the care factor is minimal today.) My heart started beating so fast and so hard, and I was so surprised, that I even made my fearless offsider feel it thumping to show that it wasn't just in my head. At first, I just wanted to tell him so if I disappeared off to the sick bay, someone would know why. But I figured I could just deal with it and stay at my desk till it went away.

That was still someone walked past and jokingly asked if I was having a heart attack. I said yes, although I wasn't, but he knew I didn't mean it and came over to see if he could do anything. Really, I just wanted to sit there, but by that stage my boss had walked in and between the two of them, they made me go to the sick bay to lie down and see the nurse.

Everyone wants you to lie down when you're not well, even if you don't want to. These days I will, because I think it makes everyone else feel better if you lie down. Discussion ensued outside the sick bay door and the decision was made to send me home in a taxi with vouchers so I could pick up my car tomorrow. I could have driven myself home. Again, it makes others feel better when you comply with what they think is best for you, so I agreed and it wasn't really too much of an inconvenience for me anyway. For the most part, I was much better by the time I left work.

Getting home was interesting. I had a taxi driver who appeared to think he was in a competition to break the current land speed record. I was honestly more concerned for my wellbeing once I got in that car than I was with severe chest pains at my desk. I was convinced we were going to have a major accident and I tried not to look out the window. Mr Insane didn't even use his indicator a single time. Thankfully, T called and I talked to him for a while. At least my last conversation would have been a good one.

I've had some pain in the couple of hours since I left work, albeit a lot more bearable than earlier today. I watched Judge Judy and Trading Spouses. Daytime tv is the reason people go to work every day. Staying home watching stuff like that is bad for your health.

As I sat there, cat on lap, tea in hand, there was a knock at my front door. I expected to see a door to door salesperson or someone asking for donations. Instead, there was a young guy, bunch of flowers and gift box in hand. My excitement lasted only until he asked if my name was Joan. Um...no, sorry, she's next door. Sigh.... I'll have to mention this to T and see if he gets the hint.

Returning to the lounge and with cat back on my lap, I got comfy again. Till the phone rang. It was a guy from a free legal service, representing the woman from the car accident. When he said he wanted to hear my version of the accident, I laughed and told him it was probably quite different from the one the crazy lady told him. He listened, then agreed that my story did not match hers, said thanks and hung up.

There is still sunlight outside and the day is long from over. Who knows what's going to happen next. Now...I'm going to sleep!